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Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (2a/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc)
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Lauren Gisal
****Warning - Disclaimer for your protection ****
The following fiction portrays events that will be considered offensive
by some people in that graphic scenes are described of sexual
intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent.
Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such
material then read no further and delete this file. You will note that
by way of the plot and characterisation that there is no intent to
condone or encourage similar behaviour. Indeed, it is clear that the
story serves as a warning.
The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material
on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is
credited to the author, Francis Dashwood.
Chapter 2a
Nikki was leaning against the wall of the school just outside the
gates, watching the traffic coming up the hill from the bus stop. As
Lauren approached, Nikki smiled and started to walk slowly down
the hill waiting for Lauren to catch up. From behind, Nikki looked
like another average schoolgirl, with flat black shoes and socks that
should have been pulled up to her knees. Her legs had more shape
than Lauren's, but were shorter, giving Lauren a height advantage of
a couple of inches. Nikki's blonde hair was parted in the middle with
a fringe over her eyes, falling loosely either side of her head and
down to her shoulder blades. As Lauren caught up with her, she
noted that Nikki's breasts were at least a couple of inches larger than
her own, and could recall that the last time they had been in the
showers they certainly wobbled a little. Her face was impish, cute
and rounded with a small nose and bright blue eyes. And in a similar
fashion to Lauren, she was only average in the beauty stakes.
"What kept you, I thought you were just behind me?" said Nikki
loudly.
"Hey Nik, you'll never guess what, it was so weird" whispered
Lauren, looking furtively about her.
"Tell me, tell me" said Nikki, genuinely excited. Given Lauren's
usual inability to be the harbinger of gossip, this had to be world-
class. And so Lauren recounted the story of Ruth and Alysia in the
showers (although she would only say at first that it was two girls
until Nikki demanded the truth), and mentioned that it seemed that
they were enjoying themselves. Lauren continued the story with the
arrival of Anke, and explained that there had been some
misunderstanding about her washing herself.
"Hey, what's the big deal? So you did it in the showers, everyone's
doing it somewhere or other, stupid!" said Nikki treating her expose
as an enormous joke. Lauren didn't try and argue that it was a
misunderstanding; Nikki knew her too well and Lauren realised that
there was no sense prolonging the facade, so she just turned to Nikki
and grinned wickedly at her. Nikki smiled and nudged her in the ribs
like a fellow conspirator as they turned to walk side by side to the bus
stop.
Lauren felt a mixture of relief and excitement. She was surprised that
not only did Nikki confirm that she played with herself, but that she
thought everyone else did as well. On balance she felt that more
experimentation in the bath tonight was called for in the name of self-
awareness. As she reflected on the nature of the conversation with
Nikki and her light treatment of the subject, she couldn't help
wondering why she hadn't talked to Nikki about it before, if it wasn't
such a big deal. It would certainly be easier to talk to her than her
mother. On balance, she considered herself very lucky to have such a
vivacious and mischievous friend as Nikki.
"Oh, and I think I have some of my clothes on inside out, I feel
strange" mentioned Lauren as they arrived at the newsagents. "Hang
on, I need to get a mag for my mum, come on", she said, pulling
Nikki into the shop.
"Where do you feel strange? Perhaps you've got your period" said
Nikki, taking down a men's magazine from the shelf behind the
stationery and books.
"It was last week. Hey, you can't look at that!" squealed Lauren,
grabbing the magazine. She reached up to replace it on the shelf,
causing four or five others to fall from the top shelf to the floor.
Hurriedly, she gathered them together as she blushed profusely,
feeling the eyes of other shoppers on her as she squatted on the floor.
She stood, showed a copy of "Metrofile" to the curious girl beyond
the counter and offered her the correct money.
Leaving the shop, they crossed the road and leaned against the bus
stop. The daily ritual of traveling by bus meant that they only had two
minutes to wait and then a twenty minute ride as the bus looped
around the village before crossing the valley and heading back up the
hill to where both Lauren and Nikki lived.
They boarded the bus and made their way to the back seat as usual,
sat down and flicked through the magazine until they found the
problem page. Silence reigned as the two girls read about a woman
whose husband wanted her to invite friends to their house to watch
them have sex. One paragraph that received prolonged attention was
concerned with how her husband wished his wife to masturbate him,
including orally. Lauren and Nikki were delighted that the letter
contained graphic detail of what the husband wanted her to do.
"Can you imagine, having sex while people are holding you? I
wonder what it's like?" whispered Nikki, rhetorically.
"Come on, next, next!" answered Lauren, turning the page. The next
letter was a long one from a young girl in university who wanted to
know why she had started her course a virgin and now felt it was
compulsory to have sex with as many different boys as possible. The
girl was sure that her requirements were abnormal and went on to say
that she didn't think she ever orgasmed.
"Did you orgasm in the showers?" inquired Nikki nonchalantly.
"Of course not, I told you".
"Hey, relax, you would know if you have. I know I haven't ever, not
if it's like it is in the films."
Now this was news to Lauren which needed investigating, but today
was getting out of hand and making Lauren nervous. Her calm little
world of day-dreaming had been shattered by revelations and
conversations that were both graphic and personal. On the one hand,
she felt uneasy with herself and on the other she felt reassured that
Nikki was there to defend her emotions as required. The warm glow
from between her legs convinced her that further investigation was
warranted.
"What are you talking about now?" asked Lauren nervously, staring
at the magazine.
"I was helping Dad clear up after a convention had rented out most of
the hotel, and I found a dirty film in one of the VCR's that the guests
can rent. I've seen it." Nikki mimicked one of the actors by licking
her lips and squeezing her breasts together.
"Tell me. Now!" insisted Lauren, giggling at Nikki's acting as she
shook her arm. For the remainder of the journey, Nikki related the
contents of the film in almost the right order, leaving out some of the
action that she found difficult to explain or where she thought that
Lauren wouldn't believe her. At the end of the ride, Lauren's
knickers had a tell-tale damp patch as a measure of the potency of
Nikki's narrative.
The bus pulled up about one hundred meters from Lauren's chalet-
style house, and the girls walked up the hill. The house stood back
from the road, with a line of fir trees forming a border around the side
of the ornate garden. The roof overhung the three floors by several
feet, with it's ornately carved and gaily painted woodwork typical of
the area. A wooden balcony stretched around two sides of the house
on the uppermost floor. The red-framed windows had contrasting
black and white wooden shutters either side. A small pathway led
from the low garden gate up the back door on the right hand side of
the building.
By this time, Lauren had decided that she had to get out of these
clothes and find out what was annoying her as the feeling was
becoming a nuisance. She opened the back door with her key and
passed through the kitchen into the stone-floored hallway. Traditional
carvings hung on the facing wall with a large formal mirror at head
height. The wood-covered walls made the room dark and the large
light hanging from the ceiling was required most of the day. To the
left of the hallway were the stairs to the bedrooms, bathroom and
toilet while further at the end was the entrance to the lounge.
Visitors could hardly miss the ornate gilt-framed photographs on the
hallway walls of Lauren and Mike from early ages, playing on the
mountainside and paddling in the freezing cold lakes. Lauren wished
they could be exchanged for something, even more recent ones. But
her mother always said that they were both such sweeties at that age,
and the photos were her treasures.
Lauren bellowed "Mum" at the top of her voice making Nikki jump.
They received no reply.
"Good, should be a note from her about tea somewhere. Whenever
they collect Mike at the end of term they're always really late", said
Lauren looking around.
Both girls dumped their schoolbags on the floor, and went back into
the kitchen. Lauren left the magazine on the table for Nikki to read
and found her mothers note stuck on the `fridge. In summary, it
warned against opening the door to strangers, had emergency phone
numbers, return times that night, and finally a request to take
something from the freezer and heat it in the microwave. Lauren left
the note with Nikki and went upstairs. Nikki filled the kettle and
plugged it into the wall socket. She could hear Lauren walking along
the landing above and into her bedroom. Just as Nikki flicked the
switch on the wall, an almighty scream filled the house, followed by
another and another. Then sobbing.
End of Chapter 2a
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